Attaining the motivation needed to make something of yourself is hard. I should know since I have been through absolute hell and back creating books that may or may not “do well” in this life of mine. But I don’t mind if they fail in the eyes of my peers. And yes, I don’t care if they succeed on a grand scale. It’d be nice if that happened, but it isn’t what I care about the most. What I do care about and will continue to care about the most is my seamless drive to create more.

You have to ask yourself if you want to branch out. I implore you to dig deep into your subconscious and scream hard-nosed questions at your psyche. What’s the point of writing a novel? What’s the point in making an album? What’s the point in making anything at all when you can just plop down on a comfy couch and be a lazy bastard? Well, I will tell you the point...

Someday, you will inevitably die. So I want you to think of what you’ll leave behind.
Right now. Go ahead and do that for me. I’ll give you a moment to mull it over.
All right, are you ready to tackle a few issues? Good, I’m glad.

Stop saying you’ll do something "one day," because that’s cliched tripe.
Stop saying you CAN’T pursue a dream since you have a full-time job, kids, etc.
Stop saying you aren’t able to hone your ideas into pieces of reality because of ???
You get the gist. I won’t spell it out, but I’ll yell it out.

STOP SAYING THINGS. START DOING THINGS.

Listen, do you honestly want to be that person who continually ghosts on friends and family online, only to find yourself doused in copious amounts of jealousy toward select individuals merely striving to create something special? There are people out there who are busting their asses to attain lofty goals. The very universal goals that many avoid at will like slothy assholes...
And why is that? Is it fear? Lack of self-confidence? Interrogate yourself!

Goddammit, you really don’t want everyone to view you as an afterthought, a feeble throwaway, an undiscovered shame who was too afraid to take that leap off of a personal mountain. I’d put money on that, I sincerely would. Bet me!
Look, I wrote my first novel in five months. I sacrificed free weekends, I frustrated close friends, I ruined relationships yet gained others because of it. Fuck, I was even mocked for my decision to write a book because I was previously known only as a musician/songwriter. In the beginning, the lay of the land wasn’t all that attractive.

But nothing (and no one) deterred me. I made myself write each and every day. Even when I completely despised doing so. I willfully went to libraries for hours on end, I put together the crazy fiction that I had stored inside my head like my life depended on it (and in a way, it honestly did). I happily lived in a budding world that I had fantasized and visualized about for months and months. I breathed all of it in and I still lovingly do with upcoming projects in the pipeline. Just what am I getting at with this? This is what I want you to DO. This is what I want you to BE. With whatever the hell you’re into, seize it immediately.

Don’t live for manufactured, plastic nothings that won’t ever last. Don’t stupidly scroll on a screen like a mindless zombie! It’s such a waste of time and personally, I think you’re a whole lot better than that. Live for the specific talent you possess. And reach for it even if it’s taunting you from above. ‘Cause once it’s plucked down from those self-inflicted barriers, it could very well lead to a true prosperity.
I’m waiting on your real effort. Don’t grow old with not a trail of any past passion.

Do not procrastinate. Just create. For whatever you believe in, make the most of it…
For we’re dead before we can reflect on how much we tried to live.